I Became Famous After I Became a Parrot in the Movie Star's House - Chapter 122

Blake and Adonis are in a fight scene.

To be more precise, it’s a fight between Blake, Adonis, and the male lead.

Blake, who has long wanted to eliminate Adonis, encounters him during a secret transaction and seizes the opportunity to attack.

However, the male lead witnesses the scene. When he realizes the unconscious person at Blake’s feet is the female lead, he intervenes. As Adonis gets stabbed with a blade, the male lead jumps in, overpowers Blake, and knocks him to the ground.

This intense sequence is scheduled to be filmed tonight.

“This is how the scene goes,” Director Frank explains, gesturing animatedly. “Adonis enters from that side and stumbles upon Blake’s illegal transaction. Blake then discreetly draws his knife.”

The transaction is anything but ordinary. For years, Blake has been involved in selling pawned or abducted laborers to human traffickers, profiting from organ sales.

The young woman he has drugged and captured today is, coincidentally, the female lead, who plans to meet the male lead.

When Adonis sees the familiar figure of Blake, he recalls the evil deeds Blake continues to carry out. Knowing the casino owner turns a blind eye to Blake’s atrocities, Adonis decides to act and rescue her.

Frank holds up a prop knife, reassuring the cast. “The knife is fake, so don’t worry.”

He demonstrates the blade, which looks convincingly real but is soft and retractable. To prove his point, he jokingly “stabs” Darren, who leaps back in surprise.

Frank says, “Jiahui, remember to apply some force, don’t hold back. I need a certain impact.”

Park Jiahui smirks and nods, his light-colored eyes flashing with mischief. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold back.” He then turns to Li Pu, adding with a playful smile, “Teacher Li, my apologies in advance.”

Darren, observing Park Jiahui’s expression, leans toward Li Pu. “Do you think he’ll pull any tricks this time? Be careful.”

Li Pu’s gaze lingers on the knife in Park Jiahui’s hand for a while and nods. “Mm.”

The filming begins.

In the dimly lit courtyard, the sound of leather shoes echoes faintly. The unconscious red-haired girl lies motionless on the ground, a helpless figure who is soon to become another victim of Blake’s schemes.

Blake is mid-discussion with his contact, negotiating the price for the young woman. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps draws his attention. Turning around, he spots Adonis, the man he despises most.

A tense exchange follows. Adonis, seeing that Blake is unrepentant, takes action.

The brightly lit casino serves as the backdrop for their fight, even illuminating this secluded corner of the yard. The camera captures every punch and movement as Blake plunges the knife into Adonis’ abdomen.

Adonis stands frozen, clutching his wound—but there is no blood as the director hopes.

“Frank, this knife seems to be broken,” Park Jiahui calls out, holding up the bent prop.

Li Pu has a blood packet tucked inside his vest.

If pressed hard enough, even with a fake knife, it could puncture the packet.

But unfortunately, the prop is broken.

Frank sighs in frustration, signaling to the props master to bring out a box of prop knives.

Darren, however, eyes the knife in Park Jiahui’s hand suspiciously and gestures for him to pass it over. “Let me see that.”

Without hesitation, Park Jiahui hands it over. “Here.”

The props, crafted individually by the prop team, appear sturdy. Yet, for some reason, this one is bent. Darren examines it for a while but finds no clue and throws the broken knife into the box.

They start the second take.

On the second take, another knife bends—this time in the opposite direction. Park Jiahui apologizes after inserting it into the wrong spot.

“Sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, pulling the prop knife out from Li Pu’s chest. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Li Pu glances at him, his gaze indifferent. “It’s fine.”

Frank is very particular about fight scenes. He doesn’t like seeing two adults pretend to fight like children on screen, even if the scene is brief. He wants it done to perfection. Fortunately, both Li Pu and Park Jiahui have experience with fight scenes.

“Well, no luck tonight. Let’s try it again,” Frank says with a sigh. “Looks like we might be here all night.”

The actors stay silent. They are used to long hours, and after all, Casino doesn’t have many daytime scenes anyway.

They reshoot the scene two more times. These attempts don’t have any major issues, but the result still isn’t as ideal as Frank hopes, so he decides to give it one last try.
“Come on, don’t let Nitia lie on the ground for too long; she’s going to catch a cold,” Frank says.

The crew laughs, the tension lightens. It’s late, and fatigue is beginning to set in. Yawns ripple through the group as they mentally calculate how much longer they’ll be stuck on set before finally heading home to sleep.

And then, it happens.

A glint of the knife—a flash different from the prop’s usual dull sheen—cuts through the air. Li Pu’s expression freezes. The next moment, he flinches sharply, clutching his side as the blade pierces his flesh. Instinctively, he makes a movement that isn’t in the choreography. At the same time, Darren lunges forward and tackles Park Jiahui to the ground.

The knife falls from Park Jiahui’s hand with a loud clink on the pavement, its blade smeared red.

Frank slaps his thigh and shouts, “Li, what’s going on?!”

Li Pu presses his hand tightly against his side, blood seeping through his fingers and dripping to the ground. His voice is calm but strained. “There’s a problem with the prop.”

The set falls silent.
This isn’t just a mistake; it’s a serious accident.

Park Jiahui looks as shocked as everyone else. “How did a real knife get here?” He grimaces, clutching his dislocated arm. Despite his pain, his voice carries an edge of disbelief. “This… this doesn’t make any sense.”

Darren and Nitia exchange glances, especially Darren, whose expression twists. “Are you… alright?”

Medical staff rush onto the scene, while Frank barks orders into his phone to summon the entire crew.

“Unbelievable, something like this could happen right under my nose,” Frank mutters darkly, his narrowed eyes scanning the stunned crowd. “Does anyone here honestly believe this was an accident?”

No one speaks.
“Great, looks like I’ve been underestimated.” Frank glares at the crowd before him. “Whoever did this, I will find you and make you pay.”

“Mr. Frank! Come quickly!” a staff member shouts.

Frank pushes his way through the crowd and freezes at the sight. Beneath Li Pu’s vest, his once-pristine white shirt is now soaked red, the blood spreading in an ominous stain.

…

When Bai Gaoxing arrives, he sees Li Pu sitting in a chair, his right hand clutching a blood-soaked bandage, with the floor covered in bright red blood.

A nearby doctor holds a fresh bandage, ready to treat him. The sharp scent of disinfectant fills the air.

Bai Gaoxing’s mind goes blank when he first hears the news. On the way here, he thinks of countless possibilities, but he never expects to see this scene.

“Li Pu…” he chokes out, pushing through the onlookers to get closer. His eyes lock onto Li Pu’s bloodied figure, and his legs feel weak.

All thoughts of staying away from Li Pu, of controlling his emotions, disappear in that instant. Bai Gaoxing rushes forward, hesitating to touch Li Pu, his hands trembling. Turning to the crowd, he asks in a panicked voice, “What happened? Did you call an ambulance?”

His voice wavers, nearly breaking.

The scene is so terrifying. The person who has been beside him just moments ago could be gone in the next… Bai Gaoxing can’t bear the thought of losing someone so close again.

Bai Gaoxing’s panicked appearance is clear to Li Pu, who moves slightly and reassures him, “I’m fine.”

“Fine? What do you mean, ‘fine’!” Bai Gaoxing’s voice breaks, nearly choking on his tears. “So much blood, so much blood…”

“Hey, Bai, you’re overreacting. Relax for a second, okay?” Darren appears behind him, slinging an arm around Bai Gaoxing’s shoulders and giving him a firm pat. “This isn’t Li’s blood.”

Bai Gaoxing blinks in confusion. “It’s not?”

Darren coughs. “It’s a blood pack.”

A sharp cry of pain snaps Bai Gaoxing out of his daze. Turning toward the sound, he sees Park Jiahui being examined by a medic, his arm clearly injured.

“What happened to him?” Bai Gaoxing asks, frowning.

Darren winces, scratching his nose sheepishly. “Uh… that’s my fault.” Seeing Bai Gaoxing’s confusion, Darren explains, “When I saw something was wrong, I jumped in to stop him. I tackled him and, uh… might’ve used a bit too much force.”

As soon as Darren realizes the problem, he rushes over, pins Park Jiahui down, and controls his arm, but he doesn’t realize how much force he’s used.

Of course… it can’t be denied that there’s some intent for revenge. But what if the other party is truly innocent?

Darren clears his throat again. “Anyway, it’s the prop that has a problem, and the director is investigating.”

Soon after, Li Pu’s injured hand is bandaged. Thick layers of gauze wrap his fingers, leaving nearly all of them hidden. The scene on the ground is grim—a mix of bloodstained alcohol wipes, spilled disinfectant, and oxidized blood spots that paint a shocking picture.

“Alright, everyone!” The director shouts, startling Bai Gaoxing.
Frank, noticing his reaction, quickly gives a reassuring smile before turning back to the crew with a cold, commanding tone. “If anyone comes forward now, I might be willing to let this matter end quietly. Has anyone touched the prop box?”

The crew begins whispering among themselves.

The prop team is the most frightened. “I swear,” one of them stammers, “the box was full of props! And the real knife used for the model was taken out long ago—”

The set descends into chaos as accusations and doubts spread. Amid the commotion, Frank leans closer to Bai Gaoxing and says, “Go back and rest for now.”

He gestures toward Darren, Nitia, and Park Jiahui as well. “You all go too.”

“We?” Darren frowns, dragging out the word. “Except for Li, no one else is injured. What if the real culprit is still here?”

He seems to be hinting at something.

Park Jiahui, whose dislocated arm has been set and is now in a sling, smirks faintly. “I know you don’t like me, Darren, but this wasn’t me. Why would the perpetrator set a trap for themselves in their own role? Oh, right…” He pauses, his light-colored eyes narrowing as they settle on Li Pu, whose right hand is heavily bandaged. “There’s a classic saying in our country… ‘The thief cries thief.’”

…

After that, Bai Gaoxing steps away from the chaos and takes Li Pu back to their hotel. He watches as medical staff carefully apply medicine to the wound on Li Pu’s left abdomen, layering gauze over it.

“Change it every day,” the staff instruct before leaving.

Now alone, Bai Gaoxing sits quietly by the bed, lost in thought.

There are two wounds. Luckily, the one on his abdomen is blocked by a blood pack, so it isn’t too deep. The more concerning one is on his right hand; if it had been any deeper, stitches would’ve been required.

Bai Gaoxing’s gaze wanders to Li Pu’s waist. The normally smooth and defined outline of his abdominal muscles, usually hidden under clothes, is now covered with a large piece of gauze. The sight of it, stark against his skin, is particularly distressing.

After a long silence, Bai Gaoxing finally raises his head and asks, “What exactly happened?”

Li Pu gives a brief account of the incident.

“A real knife was mixed into the prop by accident?” Bai Gaoxing frowns, his tone skeptical. “How could it be such a coincidence?”

“It is quite a coincidence,” Li Pu says, seeing the boy’s concerned gaze fixed on him. He can’t help but smile and reaches out to touch the soft hair, but upon seeing his own hand wrapped up like a dumpling, he withdraws the motion.

There’s no wall that doesn’t let air through, and soon, news of Li Pu’s injury spreads online.

Fans, upon hearing the news, rush to ask questions, receiving official responses from Star Entertainment and apologies from the Casino crew in a joint statement.

“…We deeply regret the accident that occurred to Mr. Li Pu. We are actively investigating the matter and will uncover the truth as soon as possible to provide an explanation to Mr. Li and the public.”

To calm fans and dispel rumors like “Li Pu’s hand is injured” and “Li Pu’s hand is ruined,” his manager Mei Youshu posts a casual photo update, showing him in a more relaxed state.

In the photo, Li Pu sits at a table holding a spoon with his left hand, his right palm tightly bandaged. Sitting across from him is the white-haired youth, urging him to eat, using chopsticks to lift the food and bring it to the man’s mouth.

It is clearly a candid shot.

In the next picture, the young man is sitting beside him, awkwardly smiling.

Fans go wild.

【“Why can’t we eat this too?!”】

The CP fans explode in joy, flooding the comments with well-wishes for Li Pu’s speedy recovery.

Meanwhile, rumors start swirling.

【I heard Teacher Li was injured while acting with Teacher Park,】 one netizen writes.

【Ah? Is Teacher Park okay?】

【Probably fine. Park Jiahui’s luck has always been good,】 replies another. 【His career is smooth compared to most people who’ve joined crews with him.】

Soon after, Park Jiahui also posts on Weibo, saying he is fine and hopes the crew handles the situation quickly. His fans, having seen his injured selfie, are filled with sympathy.

With filming suspended, the mystery surrounding the knife incident only deepens.

“I don’t think it’s just a coincidence…” Bai Gaoxing mutters after seeing Park Jiahui’s Weibo post. Without hesitation, he begins strategizing his own moves.

The doctor comes again to change Li Pu’s dressing, saying there are no signs of infection or pus, and that his recovery is going well. He reminds him not to let it get wet.

This is precisely why Bai Gaoxing has taken over caring for Li Pu—not just feeding him, but also covering his hands and face, helping him dress, and more.

Bai Gaoxing leans on his chin, feeling a little frustrated. He has fully intended to draw a firm line between himself and Li Pu, but after this incident, his resolve has crumbled.

Lost in thought, he instinctively reaches out his finger and touches the wound near Li Pu’s waist and abdomen.

The muscles under his hand immediately tense, contracting into beautiful lines.

“Dabai,” Li Pu’s voice is particularly low.

Before Li Pu can say another word, Bai Gaoxing freezes, his eyes wide with confusion. Realization hits a second later, and he springs to his feet. “I—I—I’ll go get you a glass of water!”

His face burns with embarrassment. What was I even touching?!

Bai Gaoxing’s ears flush red, his mind racing with self-condemnation. He stomps off toward the kitchen, eager to escape the situation.

Before long, night falls again.

In the dim light, Bai Gaoxing keeps his eyes open, listening to the person beside him tossing and turning. He gets up and turns on the bedside lamp.

“…Did I wake you?” Li Pu’s voice carries a trace of apology.

Bai Gaoxing feels a little uncomfortable and shakes his head, softly asking, “Do you want some water?”

After receiving an affirmative answer, he slips on his slippers, goes to get a glass of water, and walks over to Li Pu’s bed.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Bai Gaoxing has seen the wound when changing the dressing. Since it has stopped bleeding, it doesn’t look as terrifying, but it is still very deep.

Li Pu hesitates for a moment. He wants to downplay it—truthfully, the pain isn’t unbearable. He just can’t sleep, knowing the boy is there, so close.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, it hurts a lot.”

Li Pu lowers his gaze, a faint smile flickering in his eyes under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Author’s Note:

Li Pu: Pretending to be pitiful.

Bai Gaoxing: It hurts so much! (Parrot Mode Activated) (Flaps wings in distress).